I felt my life with both my hands [Russian translation]

I felt my life with both my hands

To see if it was there—

I held my spirit to the Glass,

To prove it possibler—

I turned my Being round and round

And paused at every pound

To ask the Owner's name—

For doubt, that I should know the Sound—

I judged my features—jarred my hair—

I pushed my dimples by, and waited—

If they—twinkled back—

Conviction might, of me—

I told myself, "Take Courage, Friend—

That—was a former time—

But we might learn to like the Heaven,

As well as our Old Home!"